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Yes, I’m Voting For Donald Trump. And No, I’m Not Going To Hell.

When I was about 6 years old, I remember talking to my friend about how much I like The Muppets. She turned her nose up in disgust, “Ew. I hate those stupid things,” she said.

I felt like I had just been slapped. “WHAT?” I thought, “But I like The Muppets!”

Silly, I know—but it was one of those “core memories” (to borrow a concept from “Inside Out”) that has stuck with me all these years. It was the first time anyone had really ever challenged something I liked, and it shook my whole little world … because I was 6. And I didn’t understand that people can disagree and it doesn’t necessarily mean the friendship’s done, or the other person is heinous—or whatever.

This mentality came back to mind this week as I let a few people in on a decision I had made (and I realized that one doesn’t necessarily need to be 6 to continue operating this way…)

4 thoughts on “Yes, I’m Voting For Donald Trump. And No, I’m Not Going To Hell.”

One flaw in your logic stood out to me immediately. You based it on a theoretical “sinking ship” choice, meaning one must either choose a lifeboat or perish. Nobody’s going to die if they don’t choose to vote for either of these weak candidates, and our “ship” isn’t sinking, even if we do have engine trouble and a fire in the galley.

Ironically, you also noted Ted Cruz’ admonition to “vote your conscience”, two weeks before it became clear that Cruz is now going to follow the party line instead of his own conscience.

Has the unimaginably terrible thing you’ve done sunk in yet? You have advocated for a true monster, who is now going to be the most powerful person in the world. You own that monster now. You were incredibly wrong about Hillary Clinton. Your faith blinded you so badly that you utterly convinced yourself that she is worse than the worst person who has ever had a legitimate chance of being president. And you helped to enable that monster. Trump will ruin countless lives. He will drag our country back decades into the past and cripple our future. Your daughter will now grow up in a country that chose an actually evil man over an imperfect but good woman. She will understand that the scales are truly and harshly tipped against her by white men who would rather burn the house down than relinquish a little bit of their power to women or minorities. If you still feel at peace with your decision, just wait. You will reap what you have sown, and we will all suffer with you. Remember when you threw this childish tantrum. Decisions have real consequences, and the one we made as a country on November 8, 2016 will forever be remembered as a tragic moment of ugliness and fear that caused human suffering for millions (maybe billions). You own that forever.